Chapter 17

Since the eyes can't see anything except mental power, Xinghui is particularly sensitive to fluctuations in mental power.

The mental power coming straight at him flickered wildly, and it could be seen that he was emotional.

The little god hasn't forgotten Huan Zi's attitude towards him before he went out.

At this moment, the little god's body froze, thinking a lot in his mind.

What is he rushing to do?

What is his attitude now?

If the situation is critical, the other party's brain is not very good, and he admits to death and thinks it's his problem, how should he deal with it?

The most important thing is——

His small arms and legs must not be able to twist these ferocious demons, right?!

And Yu Yuan next to him didn't stop him...

This wicked big animal will let him fend for himself!

Xinghui had a calm face, and the little hair on his head was trembling desperately.

Xinghui didn't move until the mental power rushed in front of his eyes.

Ah, I can't see the way. If I want to run, my little arms and legs will definitely not be able to run. Weighing the pros and cons, Xinghui's neck is stuck, and the same sentence, no matter what he wants to do, his godly majesty cannot be lost!

In the future, will still rely on the majesty of the gods to fool me—ahem, have gained faith!

Then the mental force restrained and stopped, staying one step away from him oppressively.

The sound of clothes rubbing against each other was accompanied by a light noise.

I don't know who is whispering around.

At this moment, the smell of blood wafted from the inside and outside of the house, and there were people coming and going inside, nervous and busy.

The lights in the corridor were on, and the man seemed to have just returned from the mining area, the whites of his eyes were stained with bloodshot eyes, and he was in a mess, kneeling in front of the god on one knee.

And the god didn't seem to have changed in the slightest, with the same calm face, and his godless eyes swept towards the place where he rushed, looking at him with a kind of divine compassion.

"Please, save him, I will give you all I can."

Hunz's voice suppressed some terrifying emotion.

"Even if you want my life because of the previous offense."

Life?!Who said that if you die, you die!?

ah?Oh, your life.

Xinghui reacted from the tense state.

The tense string suddenly relaxed a lot.

"I can give it a try."

Xinghui's voice was still not flustered in their ears.

"But I'm not sure."

He didn't get faith from the Demon Race.

But in fact, to be honest, he is not Yuejian who is held high in the sky by the alliance members. In the past five years, he has only slowly recovered the little bit that is enough for him to see the spiritual power of the people around him.I don't know what it feels like to gain faith, and how to really gain faith and strength.

As for the Demon Race, he only knew that the Demon Race had always been a race without faith.

As a god with meager strength and no faith, what role can it play? Even Xinghui himself is not sure about this matter.

"You should have mined a batch of ore, right?"

Xinghui lifted his foot and walked inside.

"To pull those ores over, I need to borrow the power of energy mines."

As soon as the little god finished speaking, everyone immediately took action.

Yu Yuan has been watching the actions of the crowd since just now, and he has no intention of stopping at this moment.

They really don't have faith, and they don't know how to believe in a person, so the little gods have to believe in it as soon as they come up. This makes them, a race that has never had faith since they were exiled to the barren galaxy, feel ridiculous.

He also thought about it, maybe they were really cunning and vicious by nature, and they didn't even have much trust in their companions, let alone trust in others.

So after learning that Xinghui was indeed useful to them, his first reaction was that they could reach a cooperation based on the powerful abilities of the demon clan.

But this matter has not had time to say it.

After all, this delicate little vase's pretty attitude really made him unpredictable.

With Yu Yuan's ferocity, it was the first time he heard someone talking about his horns and wings in front of him in the past few years, not only holding his horns, but also wanting to touch his wings again.

I've been troubled by this kind of thinking all the time, and didn't find a chance to say it.

As for Hunz's actions.

After all, it was a hope, and leaving before did not give Huan Zi a chance to make amends.

In case Huan Yun really couldn't make it through this time, this at least made him feel better.

Yu Yuan's smile was gone.

With a cold and fierce face, he followed Xinghui into the door, stuck behind Xinghui like a door god, motionless.

The ore that has been mined has been transported in truck by truck.

The time is too tight, and now only a small part has been shipped back, and it has not been carefully treated, and other associated minerals and dust stones are attached to it.

But under those dusty rocks, there is a bright red faintly showing, and there is a little god standing calmly by the bed.

An inexplicable sense of hope.

"It's all shipped over."

Yin Fan spoke.

Star responded.

He raised his hand and mobilized his few spiritual powers.

In his eyes, the spiritual power of the person in front of him has been exhausted and is about to collapse.

What I told Yin Fan was right, the progress was too fast, the man's spirit had already collapsed, and there was no way he could be saved.

Just like he was in the alliance before, he learned about genetic diseases from the star network. Among them, one of the conditions that can basically be declared dead in severe cases is mental breakdown.

But looking at the broken mental power, he jumped hard.

Struggling to survive.

Xinghui still wants to give it a try, try his best.

All mental power is mobilized.

Plus the resonance of the surrounding energy mines.

For a moment it felt strange.

The eyes seemed to light up all of a sudden, Xinghui felt as if he could see.

In front of him was a bed made of metal, on which lay a young man who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, his eyes were broken, and blood was continuously gushing out from his lips, and there were pieces of internal organs in it.

The surrounding light and shadow also fell in his eyes.

Everything is colorful.

At this moment, the little god's fingertips trembled slightly.

But in the next second, everything went dark.

Even the spiritual power of others is invisible.

Although Xinghui was shocked and had many thoughts, he quickly adjusted his mood.

Genetic diseases vary in their initial symptoms, but all end in multi-organ failure before melting in the body and spitting it out of the mouth.

Huan Yun has already started to approach the worst direction.

The demons are used to seeing blood, now that the door is closed, everyone can still see Huan Yun clearly through the transparent glass.

Huan Zi was leaning against the door, the position closest to the glass, his eyes were stained red with blood, and he was looking straight inside.

"Already spitting out pieces of internal organs..."

"It's too difficult, it's been too long, alas."

"Yeah, even a god can't do anything about this situation? My mother just vomited and then died..."

The low-pitched voice of regret at the outermost edge, like a death knell ringing before farewell, knocked on the hearts of the people one by one.

The author has something to say:

Xinghui: Ever since I came to the Demon Race, I always suspected that they were going to eat me, it was too difficult

Yu Yuan: It’s too difficult for me to talk about cooperation because the other party seems to be interested in me.

I have something to do during the day today, it’s a bit late, and will update it at one o’clock tomorrow

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